"You mindlinked me 'DUNGEON. NOW. BLAIR HAS A BODY.' That's waking me up, Griffin," Ryker said, flatly.
"I said Blair has a SITUATION. You heard body."
"Because with Blair it's always a body."
Blair turned to all of them with the look of a woman who was surrounded by the most competent men on two continents and every single one of them was annoying.
"Fine. Damon goes in. Brennan monitors. Sterling stands at the door. Ryker drinks. Griffin loses his threesome privileges permanently. Are we done negotiating, or would anyone else like to contribute to this clown caucus before I lose what remains of my patience?"
Nobody spoke.
Blair grabbed Damon's arm before he reached the door.
"Keep the bag on his head. He doesn't see your face, he doesn't see Brennan's face, he doesn't know who he's talking to. Watch his hands. Warded cuffs suppress but they don't kill motor function. If his fingers start moving in any pattern that looks like a sequence, Brennan shuts it down."
